I Reincarnated in Lorien Legacies(I am number four.)

It hadn't taken long for Hilde and Katrina to track down Adelina, but what followed was anything but smooth.

When Adelina first saw them, her breath hitched, her face paling in disbelief. She had long accepted that her fellow Cepans were dead— especially Hilde. Seeing them alive was like seeing ghosts materialize before her very eyes.

But the reunion was far from warm.

Hilde and Katrina didn't hesitate. They gave Adelina the beating and scolding of her life, every strike not just physical but laced with years of frustration and disappointment.

At first, Adelina tried to deny their identities, dismissing them as impostors, illusions—anything but the reality standing in front of her. But Hilde and Katrina quickly proved they were very real.

And with that, Adelina was forced to face the truth.

As Adelina sat in stunned silence, Lexa, Crayton and Six left to retrieve Ella and Marina.

Ella, still in her nine-year-old form, clung to Crayton's arm, her eyes flitting around curiously. Marina, though wary at first, slowly came to understand that she was in safe hands—among her people.

They all gathered at Crayton's home base.

Adelina and Marina sat on the couch, the room's dim lighting casting long shadows over their weary faces. Ella nestled beside Crayton, eyes darting between the strangers, her curiosity outweighing any fear.

Opposite them, Hilde, Katrina, Lexa, and Six sat watching, their expressions unreadable.

Dante and Alexander stood by the window, silent sentinels, keeping watch over the night-darkened city beyond.

Adelina gripped her own arms tightly, as if trying to hold herself together. Tears slipped down her cheeks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I failed. I couldn't fulfill my duties. I wasn't strong enough to adapt to life on Earth." Her breath shuddered. "The fall of Lorien... being one of the last survivors... it broke me."

Marina's hands curled into fists at her sides. She had seen her Cepan like this before—completely defeated, lost in despair.

The day they arrived at the convent, Adelina had already given up. She surrendered to the peace and comfort of a false life, unable to carry the weight of her responsibility.

Marina had resented her for it.

She remembered Adelina leading them to live a fairly poor lifestyle for quite some time, giving away the precious Loric Gems for nothing more than hot meals even though they could have been sold for a large amount of money.

And yet, looking at her now—so fragile, so lost—Marina felt something else.

Pity.

The room remained heavy with silence.

Even Hilde, Katrina, Dante, and Lexa—who had spent so long angry at Adelina's failures—found themselves softening, even if just a little.

Hilde sighed, rubbing her temple before speaking, her tone quieter than before. "We won't excuse what you did, Adelina. But we understand."

Her next words were even softer. "This could have happened to any of us."

A shaky breath escaped Adelina. She had expected nothing but scorn. To hear understanding instead—it shattered what little walls she had left.

She felt a small, warm hand slip over hers.

Marina.

Adelina looked at her Garde—the girl she had sworn to protect and then abandoned.

Tears spilled faster down her cheeks. She had betrayed Marina. She had betrayed them all.

And now, there was no running from it.

Hilde sighed and said."Past is over, now we work on our future."

Katrina nodded and added."We now have a very strong ally to fight against the Mogadorians and even a way to revive Lorien."

Katrina gestures towards Alexander.

Marina and Adelina were confused, while Crayton and Ella didn't understand the last part, since Crayton knew about Alexander.

Lexa gave a brief description of there alliance with Alexander and about the Santuary in Calakmul, Mexico.

They were shocked, especially the last part means Lorien could be revived.

While Alexander went to the side and his eyes focused on the StarkTech X-Phone in his hand. The device, a seamless pane of ultra-thin transparent glass panels within a rounded-rectangle black band, flickered to life as his fingers traced the surface.

"Let's crack this open," he muttered, his fingers navigating through layers of encrypted firewalls like an artist painting on thin air.

He activated the X-Axis Bi-Numeric Algorithm, a proprietary Stark-developed protocol designed to infiltrate virtually any digital mainframe. Unlike traditional hacking methods, which relied on brute force or encryption decryption, the X-Axis algorithm functioned like a quantum web, tracing, intercepting, and replicating every digital transaction within a given system in real-time.

The screen pulsed, and suddenly—

ACCESSING: SPAIN'S NATIONAL SECURITY GRID…

LOCATING: LIVE INTELLIGENCE FEEDS…

EXTRACTING: PRIVATE COMMUNICATION NETWORKS…

A three-dimensional holographic map of Spain materialized in front of him, glowing in a stark blue hue. Every single traffic camera, military satellite, private security feed, and police database linked together, feeding directly into his interface. It was as if he were staring at the real-time nerve center of an entire nation.

_"Alexander, this is dangerously intrusive,"_ E.V.E., his AI assistant, chimed in through his earpiece. _"You're accessing everything from classified government transmissions to live civilian phone calls. This is beyond hacking—this is full-spectrum surveillance."_

Alexander smirked, watching as glowing red nodes began mapping every active security measure in the country."That's kind of the point, E.V.E."

He spread his fingers apart, zooming in on Madrid's Centro Nacional de Inteligencia (CNI) headquarters, pinpointing their mainframe access point. His phone's quantum decryption protocol overlaid **real-time biometric activity, identifying every individual currently inside. Agents, analysts, military officials—each of them reduced to streams of data.

"Alright," he whispered, isolating a classified data vault buried beneath the facility. He ran a deep-scan, breaching their most secure intelligence servers.

DATA RETRIEVAL IN PROGRESS…

DECRYPTING MILITARY INTELLIGENCE…

_"Thirty seconds before their counter-intelligence system detects an anomaly,"_ E.V.E. warned.

Alexander's fingers danced over the interface, rerouting his signal through Stark satellite nodes, cloaking his digital fingerprint beneath layers of synthetic noise signals.

Six leaned in beside him, her expression serious. She knew what he was doing—hacking into government databases, scouring classified intelligence reports, searching for any mention of the Mogadorians.

"Did you find anything?" she asked, her voice low but urgent.

Alexander's gaze remained fixed on the screen as new data rolled in, maps and dossiers flashing across the interface. "They have a base here," he confirmed, voice calm but edged with focus. "It seems they've started piecing together a general idea of where Marina and Adelina are. They're conducting silent sweeps—routine identification checks, background investigations. It's only a matter of time before they close in."

A tense silence followed.

Hilde's eyes narrowed, her gaze locking onto Adelina with unmistakable disapproval. "You should return and start reading the Cepan defense protocols again."

Adelina flinched but said nothing.

Hilde didn't relent. "You should have moved the moment you realized Crayton knew who you were. Whether he was an ally or not doesn't matter. The moment your cover was compromised, you should have relocated. You know better than this."

Adelina swallowed hard, looking down, shame creeping into her features.

She nodded slightly, but her silence spoke volumes.